5th March 2009

Am trying not to eat pizza in bars every night, for financial and soul reasons. All the people I knew once upon a time have grown up and had kids. Ich bin a glassy eyed writer sin compañeros de alcohol. But after all, Ich bin hier fur der arbeit!

I told V I’d try and give her a night off next week and she didn’t seem too impressed. Soon we shall move to night rehearsals, and not sure how that will affect progress. Meanwhile I attempt to squeeze every last drop out of the allocated hours.

Today we worked our way through to the end of Act 3, with V beginning to grasp the sadness of MC’s departure. Only one more session and we shall have finished the preliminary reconnoitre of text which has served three purposes: ensured the actors have a clear grasp of the whole piece and an understanding of meanings and semiotics; ensured that the translation is as perfect as we can make it (Baked beans had to go today, they have no role to play in a Uruguayan culture perception); finally its meant I have really had to grapple with and ‘know’ the Spanish text, something I could not have done on my own.

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